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Written to show how Aulus became the mouse in the Moonjumper’s Bureau.
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Note: this story was written with a very different Donor House in mind, but has been revised.
When Lacey had arrived at the donor house she hadn’t been sure what to expect. There was a huge difference between walking past the donor house, which had once been a hotel, and actually going inside. Once she was inside she found that it wasn’t any different to any of the other hotels she had been in. She didn’t have much chance to look around because she was taken straight up to her room so she could settle in. Her first night was spent unpacking in an attempt to make herself feel more comfortable. It didn’t work. At sunrise she closed the heavy curtains.
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The donor house had once been a hotel. Everyone knew that. It was the first thing the local newspaper had mentioned, as though it had been the vampire’s fault that no one else had bought it first. Dominic remembered reading the article and then listening to his parents talk about it over dinner that night. Neither of them had been against the idea of the donor house, not in the way that some people had been, but they hadn’t exactly seemed happy about it. Having a hotel full of vampires less than a mile away was different to knowing that they existed.
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Nick had packed everything. Even if the Donor House didn’t work he wasn’t going to go back to the house he and Alice had left behind. It was time to move on to pastures new. He turned, glanced at Alice, and sighed, because he didn’t know what she’d do if the House didn’t work out. They always said they’d stay together, but maybe it was time for them to part, so she could begin living her own life again. She’d probably argue against it, the way she always did, saying that they were better off together, and he’d probably give in, even though he felt like he was the source of all her problems.
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The Donor House: Blake: A Human Auction
Jan. 6th, 2014 08:09 pmBlake looked around the room. There were twelve other people, all of whom were sat silently with their eyes locked on the door. Every one of them had been in there for longer than him and they were all patiently waiting for something to happen. It was the only thing they could do because the room was windowless, so the smell of sweating bodies was beginning to get overwhelming, and the door was guarded by two vampires. One of the two would enter the room if there was any noise at all, which was never good. The girl who had entered the room with Blake hadn’t wanted to be quiet. She had been taken away by one of the guards and hadn’t returned. Blake thought she was probably dead so, even though he wasn’t exactly happy about being some vampire’s blood slave, he kept quiet like everyone else.
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The Donor House: Nick: Nick’s Village
Jan. 6th, 2014 08:04 pmEver since Nick had left his creator he’d been looking for a place he could call home. The search had been longer than he’d ever expected it to be. It had been over four hundred years since the night he’d walked away. He didn’t believe in the theory that he would only ever feel like he was at home when he was with his creator as his creator was the reason he’d left in the first place. Four years had been more than long enough in the company of that vampire and his other ‘children’. Calling them ‘children’ disgusted him, but it was the only description he really knew for them.
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Sitting in the coffee shop, they sipped their hot drinks, even though they couldn’t taste them, and readied themselves to tell the other the name they’d chosen. At least that was what the vampire who’d chosen the name Midna was doing. She had no idea if her sister was procrastinating because she hadn’t yet picked a name or if she was just drawing out the tension. They smiled at each other and that was when Midna knew. She tapped her fingers on the table impatiently, half wishing she’d ordered something to eat. For the first time in months she felt hungry for human food.
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Sitting in the coffee shop, they sipped their hot drinks, even though they couldn’t taste them, and readied themselves to tell the other the name they’d chosen. At least that was what the vampire who’d chosen the name Midna was doing. She had no idea if her sister was procrastinating because she hadn’t yet picked a name or if she was just drawing out the tension. They smiled at each other and that was when Midna knew. She tapped her fingers on the table impatiently, half wishing she’d ordered something to eat. For the first time in months she felt hungry for human food.
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Previous stories – Alice: Finding Sam
Sam: Waking Up a Vampire
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Previous stories – Alice: Finding Sam
Sam: Waking Up a Vampire
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The Donor House: Magda: Making a Decision
Nov. 15th, 2013 05:37 pmOn the night Magda made the decision that she was going to visit the donor house she’d been alive for over two millennia. The netbook sitting in front of her still showed the about page and she stared at it. Vampires were interesting creatures, always trying new ways to survive, but this was something she’d never seen before. For the first time she approved of what the creators of the donor house were trying to do, bringing immortal and mortal together in an attempt to get them each to understand the other. It reminded her of what the only man she had ever loved had tried to do.
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The Donor House: Magda: Making a Decision
Nov. 15th, 2013 05:37 pmOn the night Magda made the decision that she was going to visit the donor house she’d been alive for over two millennia. The netbook sitting in front of her still showed the about page and she stared at it. Vampires were interesting creatures, always trying new ways to survive, but this was something she’d never seen before. For the first time she approved of what the creators of the donor house were trying to do, bringing immortal and mortal together in an attempt to get them each to understand the other. It reminded her of what the only man she had ever loved had tried to do.
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The Donor House: Leon: Meeting Morgan
Nov. 15th, 2013 05:35 pmOn the other side of the road were three girls, all wearing the colour that had become known as the sign of the donor house. Leon shook his head, unable to believe that so many people would seriously put their lives on hold in order to help vampires, and bumped into someone at almost the same time. He looked up, planning on apologising, until he saw the white collar she was wearing around her neck, which turned his apology into a groan. Pushing aside his distaste of what she did he summoned an apologetic smile.
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The Donor House: Leon: Meeting Morgan
Nov. 15th, 2013 05:35 pmOn the other side of the road were three girls, all wearing the colour that had become known as the sign of the donor house. Leon shook his head, unable to believe that so many people would seriously put their lives on hold in order to help vampires, and bumped into someone at almost the same time. He looked up, planning on apologising, until he saw the white collar she was wearing around her neck, which turned his apology into a groan. Pushing aside his distaste of what she did he summoned an apologetic smile.
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